Amelia POV
Her invitation hung in the air like a challenge, awaiting my response. It seemed as though she had sensed my hesitation.
“See it as a means to draw inspiration from other top designers,” her clear voice sounds crisp and persuasive.
My thoughts were a battle of uncertainties, as I struggled to make up my mind about her invitation. After the fire, everyone from my past believed I died in it. Imagine being recognized by someone from my past. Definitely, words will get to Maxwell. Who knows what he would do if he knew that I was still alive?
I still don’t know who started the fire, it could be him. He cheated on me, therefore, he won’t think twice about killing me.
I sighed…turning her down would mean a total disregard for her personality. Looking into her eyes which sparkled
